BEN:
Miss a step, trip and fall.
Miss the path, meet the wall.
Miss the way, miss a turn.
Getting lost is how you learn.

It's a maze, this garden. It's a maze of paths
Meant to lead a soul astray.
Take a left, and then, turning left again's
How the soul can find the way.

For an old man knows how a year it goes,
How the cold hard ground in the spring comes 'round.
How in time it shows how a garden grows,
How an English garden grows.
How the roses climb,
How sublime the time
When an English garden grows.